"Okay, okay." Xian'er smiled slightly and touched her head, "My little man is the best! So, was your omelette a success?"
"Here!" Luo Xiaoman took out an omelette from behind.
Xian'er lowered her eyes and glanced at the omelette, and couldn't help being slightly startled. Although this omelette is a bit off-price and a bit raw, it is still an omelette made with great care by Xiaoman.
She reached out her hand, tore off a piece of egg and put it in her mouth.
"Mom, how are you? Can you still eat it?" Luo Xiaoman looked at Xian'er expectantly.
Xian'er thought about it for a moment and nodded, "Well, it's delicious and sweet!"
"Sweet?" Luo Xiaoman frowned and tilted his head, "What I added was salt, how could it be sweet
"Pfft!" Xian'er laughed and scratched the tip of Luo Xiaoman's nose lovingly, "Okay, that's it for today's omelette. Next, it's my turn to cook and make some for our Xiaoman. Order something delicious."
"Okay!" Luo Xiaoman's eyes lit up. In this way, she could watch how Xian'er cooks and steal some tips.
Xian'er stood up, rolled up her sleeves, and walked to the kitchen like a general walking onto the battlefield.
Having said that, both Qinghen and Qingyi inherited the same talent from her, so why didn't Xiaoman inherit any cooking skills
She shook her head with a wry smile. Perhaps Xiaoman's talent was too great. If he was so good at cooking, he would be really angry.
"Xiao Liu, Xiao Qi!" Xian'er called out.
"Coming!"
"Prepare the eggs and make a fire!"
"okay!"
Xiao Liu ran to get the eggs, while Xiao Qi made a fire.
Luo Xiaoman moved over a small stool and sat watching Xian'er's mother's performance.
Just now, to save trouble, she specifically asked Chi Chi to light a fire for herself, but she accidentally used too much force and almost blew up the kitchen.
It seems that if you want to make delicious food, you still have to put in some effort and make your own fire.
"Yuan, how did you learn how to barbecue in the first place?" Luo Xiaoman turned around and looked at Mo Yuan with admiration, "Originally, I thought barbecue was very simple, but today I discovered that it is not simple at all."
"Same as you." Mo Yuan said lightly: "Continuous failures, constant attempts, and finally succeeded."
"Really?" Luo Xiaoman frowned and did not think deeply, thinking that although Mo Yuan would fail, he should succeed soon.
However, she didn't know how many times Mo Yuan had been burned and how many half-cooked barbecues he had eaten in order to control the heat
There are many things you don’t know…
However, I cannot explain everything to you.
"Xiao Man!" At this moment, Xian'er's voice sounded, "When you make fried eggs, you have to remember one key point: no more oil, no less oil. If you have more oil, you will have fried eggs, if you have less oil, you will have mushy eggs."
"clear!"
"Also, the flame of three handfuls of firewood is the most suitable. Remember to turn it back and forth, don't be hasty, and don't be too lazy."
"OK!"
Xian'er stood in the kitchen, looking like a general on the battlefield.
Vegetables are her enemies, and fire is her soldiers. A battle between vegetables and fire is staged.
In a short while, a perfect omelette was formed in Xian'er's hands.
"Wow, mother, your fried eggs are beautiful and delicious!!" Luo Xiaoman's eyes were shining, and she felt appetizing when she looked at the eggs. Looking at her own fried eggs, she couldn't help but look disgusted.
Alas, competing with my mother on cooking skills would really lead to autism!
(End of chapter)